Any sign of your existence has all but disappeared. Guess that’s what happens when heavy ocean waters pound against you for more than 150 years.
After a good scuba diving session every diver is as hungry as a horse. And not as a little seahorse, but one of those large odd-toed mammals. Scuba diving can make you pretty hungry – but it’s our canine friend we head directly for.
Yes, we also find it a bit weird, after spending 50 minutes underwater looking at fish, we come up to the surface and head straight to a place that deep fries them and serves them alongside crispy chips.
Oceanic highways deliver billions of nourishing parcels.
Delicately curled feather star fingers wait.
Opening slowly; gathering quickly.
Life underwater goes on.
White as snow, flowing vanilla ice cream catches my eye as I gently glide over the reef while scuba diving.
Or is it rock-hard, ice lava sludge invading minute orange blossoms? All frozen in time.
Scuba diving with wet bikes. Transport on transport; albeit both are no longer moving.
SS Thistlegorm stopped transporting war transportation on 6 October, 1941.
She now rests near Ras Muhammad in the Red Sea and is a brilliant site for scuba diving.